Last night, we went to a high school football game for the first since high school (I think). (We lived two blocks from a high school with one of the best football teams in the state for ten years – NEVER went to a game.) Sean is one of the coaches, and last night’s game was against their big rival, and (nicely for us and them), they won.
It was both super-strange and VERY familiar. John and I didn’t get there until the second half (we were parking the car as the marching band marched off the field (to my disappointment)), but one half of a football game was plenty (for a number of reasons). The view, the smells, the students, the parents – I only went to football games because I was in the marching band and I HAD to go, but I went to every football game in high school (the home games, anyway – I don’t think the band went to away games), and it was ALL familiar. It was neat, but although there was a little nostalgia (I really enjoyed marching band), I’ve never liked football, and I’m in no hurry to re-live high school. This will not become a regular thing.
It was kind of fun to sit with Emily and compare notes about how little we both know about the sport. Who has the ball? What are they doing now? Ooh, that looked painful. Is that allowed?
I’m not even going to get into how they must be recruiting from elementary school. Surely those kids aren’t in high school?
I’m old.